Assa took two steps toward the king, then waited for his move.
The king raised his chin and stared at Assa. His eyes held some fear, but not enough. He thought he could be friends with Assa. He knew so little.
Assa took three more steps. Small ones, but direct. She wanted him to know that she had the power. She could control the next few minutes. And would.
The king looked resigned to his fate, whatever that might be. He wanted to step back. Assa could see that. His leg moved, slightly, and his weight shifted, as though he was getting ready to back away. But he didn’t. He stood his ground. Assa’s dragon brain took in that information and turned it over a few times, processing it into something she could use: a plan of attack.
It was clear within a few seconds. There would be nothing to
